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He threw himself into a chair and began to think. Suddenly there flashed across his mind what he had said in Basil Hallwards studio the day the picture had been finished. Yes, he remembered it perfectly. He had uttered a mad wish that he himself might remain young, and the portrait grow old; that his own beauty might be untarnished, and the face on the canvas bear the burden of his passions and his sins; that the painted image might.